Page 133 of Lavish
“You didn’t wake me up,”I grumbled, getting in the shower.
Sunny had her back to me. The steam billowed around us, hot and fragrant, as her head tilted back, the shower cap clinging to her hair.
“It’s Saturday,” she said, looking over her shoulder at me. “I let you sleep because you deserved a break after a long week.”
“I don’t need a break, I need you.” Bringing her body close to mine, I could feel the heat rising between us as she was flush against me, placing a kiss on her shoulder.
“You need to rest,” she said.
She wasn’t wrong—but it wasn’t just sleep that had kept me going. It was her.
We weren’t a bad team.
That thought hit me somewhere deep in my chest as the steam curled around us and the water beat down like warm rain.
But last night, hearing her say she was thinking about stepping away from King Developments, it shocked me. Not because she couldn’t do it. Serena could run that companyblindfolded with a broken hand and still outdo us all in Lush. But because she was finally asking herself if shewantedto.
And that…that made me feel closer to her than I ever had before.
“What you said last night…” I pressed a kiss to her damp shoulder, letting my lips linger there. “You meant it?”
“Yeah. I did.”
I nodded slowly, forehead brushing her temple.
“I’ve been thinking the same thing,” I admitted, my voice barely audible above the hum of the water. “I’m gonna go tell my parents today, I’m resigning as CEO.”
For a second, Serena stilled in my arms, and then she turned around to face me.
“You’re…what?” she asked, blinking up at me.
I nodded again, slower this time. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I kept telling myself I had to fix what my father broke. Rebuild the name. But…I don’t want to anymore. I never asked myself if I even liked what I was rebuilding.”
She studied me for a beat, eyes searching, like she was trying to see if I really meant it.
“I thought you loved the business,” she said.
“I do. I’m just leaving Whitmore Ventures. I’m starting my own company.”
Serena let out a quiet breath.
“You sure?” she asked.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I want to build something else. Something mine. Not his.”
She touched my face, thumb brushing under my jaw. “Then we’re both about to be very disappointing children.”
She leaned up on her toes and kissed me. I accepted her invitation gladly.
The glass of the shower seemed to fogged up quickly as I pressed closer until her back hit wall, steam coiling around us.My hands trailed over her naked body, and I felt enraptured looking at her dark brown skin gleaming like bronze in the light.
I bent slightly, gripping the backs of her thighs and lifting her. Her legs hooked over the crease of my arms, just above the elbow, and I held her there and I felt her hand slide down between us, gripping my dick. Slowly she tugged, and I groaned when I felt her rub the head of my dick against her slick folds.
“Fuck.” I slowly pushed into her, but the second I feel the plush, wet heat, I pressed deep within her.
The wet slap of skin echoed in the tight space, mixed with the low thud of her body hitting the glass wall over and over again.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
